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Dunnigan nodded, the faintest of smiles lurking on his lips.

As Jhoza's troops rushed ahead to carry out the order, a huge, muscular arm suddenly coiled around the marten's neck from behind without warning, constricting like some tropical serpent until he saw stars.

"Shhh," a voice whispered in his ear as he was yanked off his feet and into the tall grass.